Tonight will be shot #8 but who’s counting. Still a few more to go. The fun never ends.
We’ve all seen the crying lady below. She’s the backdrop for 90% of the meme’s floating around out there. If you haven’t, you have not been online for roughly three years. Welcome back!
I look like this at least once, possibly twice, no more than five times a day.
This crying fit brought to you by, Menopur and Ganirelix. I’m not crazy – I’m just on fertility meds. Bare with me.
Last night I went over my in-laws for dinner. Matthew has to travel for work this week so I’m flying solo for my injections. My sweet Mom-in-law is a retired nurse and after Tuesdays shot mishap, (for a minute – I thought I mixed the contents of the shot incorrectly and freaked out) I thought better for her to assist.
You must have two people for this mixing process. Four eyeballs are better than two.
You have 3 to 4 individualized substances that have to be combined through a series of syringes to end up in one final syringe. The focus level that it requires is something like that of threading a needle. Except, if I mess this process up, a whole lot more than sewing isn’t getting done. I’ve literally flushed my dream of a baby, thousands of dollars and priceless time down the toilet.
On Tuesday night, Matthew was there with me in spirit on Facetime. He witnessed the entire mixing process from start to finish but I panicked anyway. So last night I packed up the dogs and my meds and headed up 94 to their house.
On my way to dinner I swung by Kroger to pick up a pie. As I stood there deciding between blueberry or peach or at this point in my life – both, my phone rang.
It was the pharmacy calling.
My medicine was supposed to arrive last week. The goal, is to have your injection meds before the doctor gives the start date for your treatment. That’s ideal 100% of the time. Ideal but not guaranteed. After about 10 phone calls of trying to get this sorted out, I’d had enough.
Thankfully, the office has a surplus of the drugs on hand so I have them on loan until mine show up.
The Pharmacist on the phone had no idea what she was getting herself into when she dialed me.
“No we don’t have that form Mrs. Bonventre. Until we receive notification from the insurance company we cannot send you the medicine.”
Cue tears in five, four, three, two, one…
I was about to lose it. I had just gotten off the phone with someone ten minutes prior who told me everything was submitted.
I mentally coached myself. “ChaVonne, do not cry on the phone to this poor stranger.”
My lip was in a full on quiver mode so it was much to late.
So there I stood in Kroger holding a pie in one hand and my phone in the other pleading for her to help me.
People shopped around me. They checked the expiration date on lettuce as I tried not to have an all out melt down just a few feet away in the bakery. Truth be told I wasn’t embarrassed. It is what it is and to be quite honest the tears may have gotten the job done.
Within two hours I got a call confirming my meds would arrive on Friday! Praise Jesus.
In other good news – during my ultrasound this morning I got confirmation that the meds are working! I’ve got eggs and they’re growing.
As the eggs increase my comfort level decreases.
The nurse explained last week that there would be bloating. She said that essentially my ovaries would be growing from the size of a walnut to an orange. Ummm, come again????
As someone who exaggerates, I figured maybe she was too.
She was not!
I pictured my lower belly with two horn like bulges due to my orange size ovaries. No bulges yet but it’s strange none the less.
It’s uncomfortable but so is being pregnant which I will hopefully be soon. It’s just a part of the process. Leggings are my favorite pants anyway so it’s a win.
Elastic is a girls best friend!
I know this feeling means good things so I’m trying my best not to complain but instead to make jokes with a friend going through the exact same process at the exact same time.
How lucky are we? I mean, this process is not lucky but we are lucky to have each other.